All Aboard

Taking a ferry never leaves you indifferent. Taking an Albanian ferry even less so.

It’s all those faces, those stories who keep busy. They smoke one cigarette after another, darkening their lungs like the chimney. It’s some long hours of waiting, under a scorching heat, watching the ballet of these countless cars loaded to the brim in a full ferry.

It’s suspended time, it’s stories that intersect, languages that mix, it’s a world apart, the time of the 14-hour crossing.